Several People

She saw several people some black, a chinese woman, and even an arabian woman. She opened the door, and they all waved at her, "Hello," she said.

A black man stepped forward and held out his hand, "Heya I'm Darnell, I apologize for Jerrod he lost his father a few years back and lashes out against white people because a white cop killed him." he said.

Jane nodded, "Understandable but it doesn't excuse **** use." she said.

Darnell sighed, "Yes... but cops don't care enough to put a stop to it and... well this neighborhood has both a gang and **** problem you'd honestly be better off somewhere else." he said.

Jane smiled, "Thank you for your concern but I can handle myself." she said.

He nodded, it was then that they began to make introductions. A rather pudgy black woman was next, her name was Denise Marshawn and was a friend of Jerrod's mother. Another black woman, younger, and her hair done in a dreadlock ponytail, named Janice, who was eyeing Jane's bulge making Jane make a mental note to talk to her again. Then the chinese woman was Xin Fong, and the Arabian who was Zoya who said she wanted Jane to meet her daughter when she could. Jane nodded, "Well if you want you can come get her later on... I don't have any other plans at the moment." she said.

The woman nodded and they other's responded with it was nice meeting her and inviting her to a welcome party to which she declined saying she preferred not to stand out too much. Which was true for now, right now the less eyes on her the better especially if she was going to save a town from a **** problem. With that in mind she gave a few more snaps, one to set up her streaming, and internet, another for workout equipment to appear in a brand new room, and a third for martial arts, self defense and weapon knowledge. With this she could defend herself in any situation and against anyone. Just to be safe, she made one last snap to have a pistol, and a gun license for self defense. With that done she began to adjust into her new home.

Several Hours Passed and she was now stripped down wearing nothing but her top and letting her huge cock and balls breathe. She sighed as she watched the TV relaxing, then there was a knock on her door, She grabbed the shorts she had nearby and slipped them on thankfully her clothes were made so that no matter how big she got they would not come out unless she wanted them to. Her shorts slipped on magically expanding and covering her cock and balls completely with none of it coming out of her leg holes. Though she had a gigantic bulge in her shorts which looked bigger because of the fact she wasn't wearing long pants her bulge couldn't go down her pant leg. So with herself 'dressed' she went and opened the door. Zoya was there with a beautiful young woman who blushed red upon nearly coming face to face with Jane's huge package. "Oh Hello miss Zoya, is this your daughter?" she asked.

Zoya nodded, now that it was just Zoya and her daughter Jane looked at her. Zoya was a shorter woman with long black hair wearing more traditional arabic clothing. True to her race she had dark brown skin, and had a white cloth covering her head and neck and a white robe, she looked to be in her late 30's early 40's with a rather appealing body. Her daughter however was different she wore, a simple pink T-shirt with a logo on it, and wore jean shorts. She was average, average bust, butt, body type, but she had quite a beautiful face. "Yes this is Jasmine my daughter, she is 19 and thinking of going to college." Zoya said.

Jasmine was unable to tear her eyes away from Jane's package until Jane crouched and looked at her at eye level, "Oh I'm sorry it's just... you're quite... I mean..." Jasmine blushed as she fumbled over her words.

Jane smiled, "It's ok it happens more often than you think, would you like to come inside?" she asked, Jasmine nodded and walked in once Jane stepped aside and welcomed her inside it was then Jane noticed Zoya turning to leave, "Um you can come inside too." she said.

Zoya turned, "Oh no thank you I wanted you to meet my daughter not me." she said.

Jane frowned, "But I would like to get to know you too." she said.

Zoya paused then she bowed, "No thank you ma'am I appreciate your kindness but for now I'd rather you get to know my daughter better." she said and left without a word.

Jane still frowned but closed the door to see the red faced Jasmine, "Is something wrong?" she asked, and gestured to the living room sofa.

Jasmine sat down still blushing, Jane sat down away from her, "I'm sorry it's just my mother has been trying to get me with a boyfriend for a year now but I told her I wasn't interested in men or women... so she's tried arranging relationships with futanari in her home country." she said.

Jane frowned, "Let me guess you're just not interested in anybody right now but you don't mention futanari so that your mom can still try right?" she asked.

Jasmine tilted her head, "Mostly correct, I just want to work on my career I have no intention for relationships currently." she said.

Jane nodded, "I can understand that, I think your mom just wants grandchildren before her time comes is all, so she wants you to get into a relationship now so that come marriage you and whoever your dating is ready to pop out children." she explained.

Jasmine blushed even more "Oh dear!" she said slightly aghast, "My mother is nowhere near old enough to worry about that." she said.

Jane nodded, "No she isn't... but tell you what, how about you tell her your interested in dating me and we can just get together talk, and just be friends ok?" she suggested.

Jasmine looked at her, "You'd do that for me?" she asked, a single nod, "Oh thank you." she said.

Jane felt information flooding into her mind indicating that Jasmine saw her as a friend. She knew Jasmine's hobbies, likes, dislikes, kinks, and even her secrets she knew it all. She was surprised to learn that Jasmine happened to have a futanari kink in particular she liked excessive amounts of cum. Which ironically was a trait of arabic futanari. They had massive testicles that could produce so much sperm that their already titanic balls could swell up. In fact there is a document of a futa who abstained for so long that her balls grew to the size of a boulder and she had to get drained by several machines so she could move. Thankfully Jane only had that problem if she channeled that trait but for now she didn't have any need to do so. "So you seemed quite interested in my junk is there something about it that interests you?" Jane asked innocently.

Jasmine blushed and her eyes snapped to Jane's bulge, "W-Well... you are... very large for your race." she said, "Almost as big as my race of your kind." she said, "I can't help but feel curious as to... h-how... um..." she was so blushing so hard that Jane could almost feel the heat radiating off of Jasmine's cheek. She took a deep breath and exhaled, "H-How... how much sperm can you produce?" she asked.

Jane smiled, "You know I never bothered measuring... but perhaps you can help with that?" she asked.

Jasmine blushed, "P-Perhaps another time." She said.

Jane nodded, "Ok then what do you want to do?" she asked.

Jasmine was silent as she thought, "Can we just talk?" she asked.

Jane nodded, "Sure let's talk." and they did. Despite knowing everything about Jasmine, Jane didn't mind the young woman explaining herself talking about how she grew up, or talking about her friends. Jane was interested in that, and learned that from highschool she had some arabic friends, including one of them being a futa though her balls were considered 'small' currently though from what Jane had of the memory of her friend she was almost as big as her own balls in their current size. Jasmine spoke much about herself with Jane acknowledging and asking the occasional question. By the time Jasmine stopped the sun was setting, and the moon rising.

Jane stood up to turn on the lights and that was when Jasmine finally noticed, "Oh my goodness I've just been rambling on and you haven't said a thing!" she realized.

Jane smiled, "It's ok I don't have much to say about myself." she said as she flicked on the lights.

Jasmine looked at her, "But it's unfair I must give you a chance to tell me something about yourself." she said.

Jane sat down, "Well what can I say I was born to a mother and a father and as I grew I developed quite exceptionally. Of course I got some looks from others especially the girls and futas. Quite a few wondering how I could be so huge among others like me. Despite my looks I never had a girlfriend, but as I got older a lot of those wanting to bed with me some I did some I didn't. Still looking for Miss Right though." she said.

Jasmine gave an 'Ohhh' of wonder, "And... what would Miss Right be?" she asked.

Jane looked thoughtful, "Miss Right would be kind, respectful, smart, bold, willing to speak up when needed, and not afraid to tell me no if they think I need to hear it." She said.

Jasmine nodded, "And what kind of body would she have?" She asked.

Jane shook her head, "Her body doesn't matter it's her personality that's important." Jane enforced, "If you date a person for their body you are asking to get hurt. A person's true beauty is in how they act not how they look, don't get me wrong being good looking is nice but if you're just a asshole doesn't matter how good looking you are. That being said any woman with me will look the best they want to look." she said.

Jasmine was quiet, then her stomach rumbled and she blushed, "I'm sorry I must go." she said.

Jane cocked her head in confusion, "Why? I can make something for you. What're you feeling?" she asked.

Jasmine stood up, "I'm sorry but I've imposed on you too much already anyway I don't want you to use up more food just to feed me." she said.

Jane shrugged, "It doesn't matter much to me I got plenty of food I eat quite a bit." she said, "Come stay I doubt your mother will like you leaving me after I offered you dinner.

Jasmine thought on that then she sat down, "You are right... Ummm can you do curry?" she asked.

Jane snapped her fingers and all forms of cooking knowledge came to her along with a gigantic fridge and freezer appeared with food stocked in that, and her kitchen cabinets. "No problem. Indian or Japanese style?" she asked as she stood up.

Jasmine smiled, "Indian style please mild if that's not too much trouble." she said and Jane got up to start cooking, after an hour later she returned and set down a plate of curry. She then went back and came back with her dinner. Jasmine was wide eyed as Jane came back with a large plate of salad, soup, a huge steak, green beans, and spaghetti with marinara sauce. "My goodness I didn't expect that much." she honestly said.

Jane shrugged, "Told you." And with that she began to eat. She ate quickly but cleanly nothing spilled, or splashed about excessively. She was done eating within 10 minutes, Jasmine finished a minute afterward too absorbed with how Jane ate to fully focus on eating. Jasmine though had to admit she was surprised the curry she ate was perfect. It was made just how she liked it, despite saying mild it was slightly spicier than mild but the addition of tomatoes, which she liked, helped cut down the spice and gave it better flavoring. It was strange that Jane somehow knew that but perhaps Jane cooked it that way, she realized she was over analyzing Jane's kindness. She blushed in embarrassment by her overthinking. "So how was it?" Jane asked.

Jasmine smiled "It was delicious," she said, "You are a wonderful cook." she said.

Jane smiled, "Thank you." and she grabbed both plates and went to wash them, unaware of Jasmine watching her butt bounce with her walk.

Jasmine could not lie she was drawn to Jane in both a romantic and sexual manner. Jane was everything Jasmine wanted in a partner that she could think of, kind, open, and, insightful. But she wanted to know more about Jane before dropping everything and pursuing a relationship with her. However it was late she had to go home now. She got up and walked to the kitchen, "I thank you for dinner but I must go home." she said, Jane nodded.

It was late, "Alright would you like me to escort you home?" she asked.

Jasmine shook her head, "No it's fine I don't live very far." she said.

Jane nodded, "Alright then have a good even Jasmine." she said, Jasmine bowed respectfully and left.

Jane washed everything and once done she went upstairs she had a relatively eventful day and knew for the next day she was going to introduce herself and list women to bed with. With that she went to sleep.

-The Following Morning-

Jane sat up as the sound of a thump came from her window, she got up and looked outside to see the form of Jerrod running away, on her driveway was a brick that was broken in half. Apparently he tried to break her windows to which she said good luck, thanks to the windows being reinforced with bulletproof glass. But it was the right alarm but now she had two choices, should she investigate this **** and gang issue or build relationships with the neighbors first?